The Middle East - The Streets lyrics
[The Middle East - The Streets lyrics]
And the streets are cold
And the night gets older now
And my love has gone for good
Hold that phone in your cold dead fingers
And the rusted tone of old iron
Don’t you tell i’m not telling
And my doors are open to you
It’s half past ten and it’s the truth
That you only just knocked off
Don’t you tell I’m not telling
Don’t you yell I’m not yelling
Close enough to us close enough to pay
Close enough to cut close enough to say
Close enough to touch close enough to stay
Close enough to god close enough to pray
Close enough to us but not close enough
You say and it’s become
It’s all wrong of her
And the night gets older now
And my love has gone for good
Hold that phone in your cold dead fingers
And the rusted tone of old iron
Don’t you tell i’m not telling
And my doors are open to you
It’s half past ten and it’s the truth
That you only just knocked off
Don’t you tell I’m not telling
Don’t you yell I’m not yelling
Close enough to us close enough to pay
Close enough to cut close enough to say
Close enough to touch close enough to stay
Close enough to god close enough to pray
Close enough to us but not close enough
You say and it’s become
It’s all wrong of her